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The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 3Gideon Gets it on.

Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.




Walking

around the impressive property, I was greeted by neighbors, some I
knew, others I had never seen before. I recalled several of them being
friends of my father.

Walking

by the pool, I found Gideon, Hannah's brother, who was the reason for
the party. He was coming up the pool ladder, enroute back to the diving
board.

"Gideon, congratulations on the mission. You must be very excited."

Gideon

stepped up to shake my hand. He was 18 and about to face adulthood
directly. I was glad I never went on a mission, but I was also impressed
by how much my LDS friends learned about life during theirs.

Gideon's eyes were locked on the pool, and it was easy to see she was distracted by the attractive moms in their bathing suits.

"Hey,

Ethan, welcome back home. I'm sorry to hear about your dad. He was such
a great guy and even came to all my baseball games." I guess my dad and
I both had some regrets. Dad was busy working hard and being a single
dad. And then I’ve stayed away at college for years, hardly even calling
my dad. It probably crushed him. And that’s what probably led to his
enjoying the Barton kids and investing in them.

"Really?

I don't think he was at one of my football games. So, Chicago, huh? Not
too bad for a mission. No need to learn a new language. Although you
might want to brush up on your colloquialisms."

Gideon was confused.

"If

someone doesn't want to hear you talk about the Book of Mormon, just
grab your balls and say, suck on this." It's like saying thank you in
Chicago speak."

Gideon

laughed. I knew men his age had issues with the church, and as exciting
as it might be to get away from home for a year, he was probably
wondering what it was all for.

"Which college are you thinking about? No, wait, let me guess: BYU."

Gideon laughed again. The chances of one of the Barton kids attending any school other than BYU were slim.

His

twin sister, Hannah approached. It was astonishing to realize how much
she resembled her mother. I didn't want to sexualize her, but she was
18, and in the Mormon faith, some girls her age have two children by
this point.

"The Bishop was asking for you." Hannah said with a warm smile. Gideon waved off and went back to the diving board.

It always amazed me that the Bartons referred to him as The Bishop, rather than dad or father.

"Me? Why?"

"He didn't say.” Then she changed the subject; “Hey, do you know the Kristensons? The two oldest sons?"

"Buck and Hank, yeah. Buck was my year."

"Could you introduce me to him? I know him kinda, from the temple, but you and he were friends."

"Of course. If that's what you want. Buck's a little wild, though."

"Hey, I can be wild too," she fired back with a devilish grin.

Naturally, that would be the moment Amanda would walk up.

"Excuse me, young lady," her mother glared.

Hannah turned beet red.

"I'm wild about skiing, too, Hannah. Too bad I'll be back at school when the mountains get snow."

Hannah smiled, appreciative of my giving cover to her story. She left, leaving me with Mrs. Barton.

"What did I tell you about talking to Hannah?"

"She was talking to me, " I said defensively. "Look, this isn't a good idea. I'm going to leave, Okay?"

Mrs. Barton looked at me and I could see she felt bad.

"I'm

sorry. I've been rude to you. It's just that I'm under all this
pressure, and I've got you and The Bishop, and then I have to wrangle
all my kids. I took a Xanax and I'm waiting for it to kick in."

"Hey, you're truly incredible. I mean, really incredible. I just don't understand how you do it."

"It's because I care too much. I like to please people.

"Well, you sure know how to please me."

I then tensed up and looked around to ensure no one heard that comment.

She gently touched my arm and gave it a slow, sensual rub. From her touch, I could tell she wanted to be in our bed in my house.

"I'm going to head out," I whispered.

She looked around and then leaned toward me.

"Follow me."

She started walking toward the car barn, and I followed.

The

Bishop had built the car barn to house his collection of cars, cars he
felt promoted his masculinity. The barn housed seven vehicles and the
family's Gulfstream trailer. I immediately spotted something special: a
19 75 green Ford Bronco in mint condition.

"Wow, is this what you wanted to show me? It's great. Look at the condition. This is wonderful."

She leaned on the hood of the vehicle like a car show girl.

"Want to see something even better?" She asked.

She

didn't wait for me to respond and turned so she was facing the front of
the vehicle. She leaned forward, and her skirt hiked up slightly, but
not enough to reveal anything. Reaching back and she flipped it up
revealing her soft white ass.

"You wore the red lingerie," I said with a smile.

"That's

not all," she replied as she put her thumbs in the bands of her panties
and pulled them down to reveal her bare ass punctuated by the bedazzled
handle of the ass plug sticking out of her clench.

I stood there in awe of this woman.

"All day. Just for you," she purred.

She

tipped further forward and pushed from her core; her anus dilated
slightly revealing some of the gold toy. She then relaxed, and her tight
ring sealed around the stem, keeping the toy where the sun doesn't
shine.

"Oh my God. How does it feel?"

"Full,

I feel wonderful, but full. It's the big one. I had a spontaneous
orgasm about an hour ago. I was sitting there, and it hit me when I was
talking to Sara Carlton. She asked if I was Okay."

"You're better than Okay. You're amazing."

I

knew it was time to leave. I also knew that what we were doing was
against our own rules, but she remained bent over the Bronco, with her
white ass glowing, punctuated by the jeweled handled of the ass plug and
below that a drop of dew forming on her backpussy. I had been in her
snatch so many times with fingers, my face and my cock, yet at this
moment I want her more than ever.

"Make it fast," she whispered.

Game fucking on!

I

had my cock in hand in seconds. It felt bigger than ever. But then
again, I'd never had an LDS mom lying on the hood of her husband's car,
in his garage, beckoning me to take her from behind.

My

cock was coated with her wetness the moment I pressed it against her
slit. I slid in fast and deep. The sensation of my cock and her stuffed
rectum was overwhelming, and she let out a whispering groan. I set a
rapid pace, and she responded with gentle signs of pleasure each time I
thrust inward. Her wetness increased and her pussy made loud slurps as
it swallowed my cock.

My

eyes were locked on her stretched hole, which fought to retain the toy.
She put her hands back, grasping her ass cheeks pulling them wide to
give me an incredible view of my cock entering her pussy clean and
coming out of her coated in glistening wetness.

I

decided to change things up, then pulled my cock out, dropped to my
knees and planted my face in her back pussy to let my tongue give my
cock a short break.

"We don't have time for you to;"

She never finished her sentence my tongue darted across her dangling clit.

"Oh, that motherfucking tongue of yours."

I

needed to get my cock back inside her because she was talking up a
filthy storm and it would probably only take one more "motherfucker" for
me to blow my lode.

I

stood and pushed my cock in hard and fast, surprising her. Her body
reacted, her core responded as I began to pump her pussy. In our
heightened state and the relaxation brought on by her Xanax, we were
both unaware her asshole was giving birth to the ass plug.

I glanced down to see the egg-shaped toy pop out, followed by a rush of lube and her anus snapping shut.

I

vaguely remember it hitting the ground with a metallic clang, but she
and I were now reaching our plateaus, and neither of us wanted to stop.

Her

empty brown eye opened and closed with each push and pull and when I
felt her body shake with pleasure, I unleashed a healthy flow of cum
deep within her.

She

moaned in pleasure as she felt herself being filled, and it was in that
moment of bliss we both forgot about the plug that had rolled under the
Bronco.

You

could smell our lust in the air as we slumped forward onto the dusty
truck. She was pressed against the hood, and I was pressed against her
back as we tried to catch our breath.

In

the distance, I heard something topple over. I'm not sure of what, but
the sound brought us to. She turned, putting a finger over her pursed
lips, shushing me.

She quickly pulled up her panties and flipped he dress down, and I pulled up my shorts and straightened up.

She guided me away from the area, walked me to the driveway, ensured no one was around, and gave me a deep kiss.

"I have to get back," she said, "but thanks for coming."

I wasn't sure if she was making a pun.

"My pleasure," I replied.

"Hey, the plug. It fell under the car," I reminded her.

"I'll get it, you go."

She

gave me a deep kiss, the kind that's hard to break and could easily
turn into another session. She then broke off and gave a wink.

I

walked through the bushes into my yard. We had broken our rules about
sex outside the non-kosher kitchen, and nothing had gone wrong. Maybe
some rules were made to be broken.

Chapter 4: Nothing Gone Wrong.

As

I kissed Ethan, I could feel his semen gently flowing from my cunt,
saturating the red fabric of his favorite panties. The warm fluid turned
cold against the breeze coming up my skirt.

When we were out of the garage and out of sight, I put my hand in his and left him with a kiss that promised so much more.

I gave him a little shove and watched his ass as he left. Our liaison in the garage was unexpected, but was it really?

I

had taunted him with the sex toy. I could pretend what happened was
spontaneous, but deep down, I wanted him to take me amid The Bishop's
favorite things. I wanted him to know he could have me anytime,
anywhere.

When

I entered into this agreement, it was about sex, but things were
changing rapidly. Now it was about my desire to be with Ethan as much as
possible.

We

had broken our rules about sex outside the non-kosher kitchen, and
nothing went wrong. Maybe some rules are made to be broken.

I'd

need to change my panties or risk his cum dripping down my legs. But
first I needed to retrieve the ass plug. I returned to the exact spot. I
could see the dust on the hood of the truck been wiped clean.

I bent over to look under the car and heard a familiar voice,

"Mom, we need to talk."

I turned to see Gideon holding the gold ass plug that I had ejected from my ass.

A cold trickle of Ethan's thick cum slid down my leg.

Chapter 5: Fucking Gideon.

It

was nice to sleep in on Sunday. I knew Mrs. Barton wouldn't show up
until after church. She usually made sure her kids had lunch and then
came here to prepare a meal for me.

We ate, screwed and then she left, returning home before The Bishop returned from the Temple.

There was something I learned to love about Sundays. A kink I didn't know I had until our first Sunday together.

Her daily routine was no different on Sundays, rise early, poop, shower and be perfect before the rest of the family was awake.

Sunday

mornings meant getting everyone fed and out the door for church. It
meant dressing nicely, and that included wearing her church
undergarments.

While

The Bishop was often indifferent to her wearing the church garments on
the daily, he was insistent that they be worn on Sundays and would
inspect her before leaving for church. She had come to mention that the
inspections were humiliating, but she obeyed, nonetheless.

On

Sundays, despite being fresh and showered in the morning, she would
come to me after spending several hours in a hot church wearing her
thick polyester undergarments. The church was hot; the service was long.
Her pussy, shrouded in religious garb that did not breathe, ripened
with pheromones and alkie, as thoughts of how she and I would please
each other later in the day.

We

jokingly called it her Sabbath savor, and if I had my choice, I'd ask
her to wear the garments more often so it could feel like Sunday every
day of the week. Her smell and taste on Sundays were never offensive, in
fact, just the opposite. It became an aphrodisiac, something I could
not resist.

If there was ever a question of the power of the Sabbath Savor, it was answered the day after Gideon's goodbye luncheon.

I

heard the door open. She was early. Maybe she got the kids some
takeout. Since it was 11:00 a.m., I decided to get up and shower before
our session.

She

walked into my bedroom wearing her conservative Sunday clothing. I knew
that beneath that dress, she had on the least sexy outfit imaginable:
thick polyester panties and a top; her LDS garments. And she had been
sweating for hours.

"Time to do some motherfucking," I said jokingly.

I then noticed the stern look on her face and how she was shushing me. She came over to me and pulled me into the bathroom.

"My son is downstairs, so perhaps ease up on the motherfucker stuff."

I froze as I processed her words.

"What the fuck is he doing here? Which son?"

"Gideon."

"Why would you bring him here?"

"He saw us."

"Saw us? Where?"

"When you bent me over my husband's car and fucked me."

My head was spinning as I tried to process what she revealed.

"He watched us; he watched you get;"

She nodded yes.

I

was experiencing an out-of-body moment. This couldn't be real. Closing
my eyes, I hoped it was just a dream. A terrible dream. But it was
happening.

She moved in close and spoke quietly.

"He's

eighteen, he's full of hormones and about to go off on his mission. He
made it clear to me that he'll keep our little indiscretion a secret."

"A secret?" I asked with a hopefully. "He won't tell The Bishop?"

"There's an if."

"He won't tell The Bishop if?"

"If we allow him to watch us have sex."

"Jesus Fucking Christ!"

"Would you please check your tongue? This is the Lord's Day, so there will be no blasphemy."

"No blasphemy? As if that's the most heinous thing we're discussing. What about the no adultery part?"

"In

this house, you're my husband, so I don't consider it adultery. I want
us to show my son how passionate people to make love."

"This is nuts. If he tells The Bishop, we're both fucked. And not in the good way."

"He won't tell The Bishop. All we need to do is make love, he watches, and then he's off on his mission for two years."

Fucking Gideon.

That

little shit had negotiated himself a hell of a strange deal. He gets to
watch his mother have sex, something he could hold over her head for
the rest of her life.

Of

course, since he would be on his mission for two years, I'd be long
gone when he returned. By then, I'd have sold my dad's house and be the
hell out of Utah. The emotional fallout wasn't going to be on me.

It's

funny how thoughts work. Here I was contemplating a crisis, and a
positive spin where I no longer lived here, and the Bartons were a
distant memory, I grew sad. I looked at Mandy and realized that I didn't
want to be apart from her. Even after this mess we were currently in.

But that was a problem for a different day.

I sat on the bed and rubbed my head, trying to stave off the growing headache.

"Okay,

all right, so how do we do this? It's like a cuck thing, I guess. He
sits and watches. Do we pretend like he's not there? This isn't a
three-way thing, is it? You're not inviting him in, are
you?"             

"Despite

all the complexities of the situation, he's my son, and he'll remain at
a respectable distance from us. He can watch; he cannot talk."

"Good,

because the fastest way to lose an erection is to have a conversation
with the son of the woman you're fucking while you're fucking her. And
to be clear, you're not inviting him in?"

I

saw anger in her face for the first time ever. It was hard to believe
there was a line with her that I could cross, but I just did.

"I realize my moral line is different from most women, but no, my son is never invited to my bed."

"Why not just tell him no? Is this some kind of blackmail?"

She sat on the bed to unpack the situation.

"Did

you know he's engaged to be married? The day he returns from his
mission in two years. Christa Martin, she's 17 now, but they'll be
sealed in the Temple when she's 19."

I was unsure where she was going with this.

"Umm, congratulations for them?"

"That night, he'll take her to their marital bed and make love to her for the first time."

"And this affects me how?"

"If he's an inadequate lover, it'll doom their relationship."

"Is that what happened to you and The Bishop?"

She shook her head no.

"The

Bishop learned by watching his parents make love. When he was 18 and
could make his own choices, they allowed him to watch. When he took my
virginity, it was transcendental."

I could feel pangs of jealousy at the mere mention of another man making love to her.

"It's important to me that Gideon become an adequate lover for his wife."

"So, you agreed to let him watch us? I've got news for you, what we have been doing is not normal."

"He needs to observe a loving relationship between a husband and wife."

"Then he should watch you and The Bishop."

She put her head down, upset that she could not convince me.

"He needs to understand how to bring pleasure to a woman. He has no knowledge of this. He'll watch us and learn."

"There is porn for that."

"Porn

is not a husband and wife making love for procreation, expressing love,
and strengthening their emotional and spiritual bonds."

"We do none of that," I replied. "We fuck. A lot."

"Are you telling me you don't feel an emotional bond between us? You call me your wife. I call you husband."

The

truth is, I felt a tremendous emotional bond with her. I loved having
her with me and hated it when she went back to The Bishop.

I

often imagined The Bishop next to her in bed and reveled in the thought
that my semen was inside her in his presence. It gave me an alpha
feeling.

She was waiting to see how I would respond to her question about our emotional bond.

"Look," I said, "you know I care about you. You know, I think about you day and night."

"Then tell me now if you think we have an emotional bond."

She was outstanding at getting me to do her bidding or say what she needed to hear.

"Yes, we have an emotional bond," I confessed.

"Very good. That wasn't too hard to say, was it?"

I

wanted to express much more. I wasn't even sure what an emotional bond
was. What I felt for her had to be love, but this wasn't the time to
mention that word.

I

thought I had the high ground, but as she stepped toward me and
embraced me with a gentle kiss, we both knew I would do anything she
asked. Anything.

I wondered if I could perform in front of another man. I knew he was a virgin, so anything I did would be inspiring.

"You do this, and I'll reward you."

"How?" With what?"

She quickly reached down my pants and grasped my cock.

"Anything you desire."

What

I desired was her, all day and all night. To have and to hold until
death do us part. I desired The Bishop to die. Not a desire I could say
out loud.

I

looked into her eyes, and she into mine. Our heads moved together into a
gentle kiss. She gently started to masturbate me. I suppose this was
inevitable.

My thickening cock told her everything she needed to know. I was ready, I was willing, and she knew damned well I was able.

"Gideon, get up here," she said in a loud, cold, scolding voice.

After

a few minutes, Gideon entered the room, still wearing his church
clothes. He was nervous, which made the situation even more awkward.

"Hey Ethan; "

Mrs. Barton was holding me with her hand down my underwear as I gave him a dismissive look. I wasn't in the mood to converse.

He quickly took a seat in a chair across the room as his mother continued to masturbate me with her right hand.

"It's

just the two of us," she said as we looked into each other's eyes. "A
husband and wife, making love on the Sabbath, as they should."

The Sabbath. It was Sunday, and it reminded me of what was beneath her clothing.

She

stepped back and began to unbutton her dress slowly from the top down.
With each button, she revealed more and more of her bland white LDS
undergarments.

Having seen her in every variety of lingerie, this was always my favorite sight.

Symbolically,

it represented her adherence to the faith, but to me, it was the
opposite; it symbolized her fallen faith, a good LDS woman submitting to
a sinner like me.

She

finished unbuttoning the dress and let it fall away. We stood facing
each other, me in my boxer briefs, she in her garments, and Gideon
watching our every move.

We

were three feet apart, and I could smell her Sabbath savor. It was an
intoxicating elixir that summoned me. No doubt, she had been anxious all
morning, thinking about her situation and the risks. I took a deep
breath and could practically taste her.

I

wanted to tear off the garments off and fuck her hard, but she wanted
passion in this session, so I let her lead. She came to me and we were
body to body. I put my face down by her neck, trying to get close to her
armpits. Using two hands, she pulled my underwear down, revealing my
throbbing erection.

I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her to our bed.

We

were on our knees on the bed facing each other as she held her arms up
and I gently pulled her white top over her head, exposing her large
tits, which bounced down nicely.

I was momentarily distracted by Gideon, who leaned in to get a better look at his mother's tits.

Mrs.

Barton took my head and guided it to her tits, where I began to suckle
her nipples gently, not enough to make her lactate. Gideon didn't need
to see that level of intimacy. She gently stroked my head.

She returned her hand to my cock, gently masturbating me, slow and steady so I didn't come prematurely.

Finally,

I lay her on the pillow. She raised her midsection, and I pulled the
white bottoms of her garments down. The strong smell of her excitement
filled my senses.

Despite

the fucked-up situation, she could not mask her desire for me and on
any given Sunday, driven by her enticing musk, I'd ravage her to both
our delights. But today, I needed to be reserved.

We

had not discussed what she was willing to do in front of Gideon or what
she would allow to be done to her, so I let her continue to take the
lead. She would set the limits, and I'd obey.

She

grasped my cock and guided it between her legs. This was to be straight
intercourse, no foreplay, no teasing. She positioned me against her
cunt, then moved her hands, giving me the authority to enter her, then
gently tapped my ass, indicating I should push in.

My

cock sank into her pussy, but the feeling was off. Normally, she was
soaked, so wet the sheets needed changing, but not today. It was
apparent she was self-conscious. She was showing Gideon how a good
Mormon wife has sex. Obedient. Reserved. But what she wasn't showing
Gideon was how a good wife has good sex.

I began a rising and falling rhythm, pushing in and pulling out, doing my best to escalate the feeling.

"What's wrong?" I whispered, knowing this entire situation was wrong; it was her idea, and it was failing.

"Nothing, just keep at it," she replied.

I could tell she wasn't in the moment. The distraction of Gideon was too much.

I

pumped her a few more times, then stopped, pulled out, and lay next to
her, gently stroking my cock. She looked at me, confused.

"Suck my cock," I demanded.

When she didn't move, I repeated it, louder.

"Suck my cock."

Instead, she reached down to masturbate me.

"Gideon, tell your mother to suck my cock."

Mandy froze, and Gideon looked like a deer in headlights.

"I was told to sit here and be quiet," he replied, unsure why he was being addressed.

"Tell your mother to suck my cock." I said again with the authority of being the man of this house. Which I was.

Mandy looked at me and Gideon, confused.

"Suck his cock; " Gideon said weakly.

"Tell her to suck. My. Cock."

"Suck his cock," Gideon said empowered by my permission to speak and his desire to see her do what I asked.

She

bit her lip and looked down at my throbbingcock. Enough of the vanilla
sex, if we were going to do this right, it was time to reset the table.

She

moved her head down gently taking my firm cock in her mouth. Sucking on
it gently she ran her tongue along the shaft savoring my taste and
enjoying the rough texture.

I

could feel myself thickening her mouth. She began to make muddled moans
against my shaft, a small indicator she was losing herself in the
action.

With

each lick she grew bolder, gently circling the cap with her tongue,
then down again. A few licks just below my balls then back up and took
my entire length in her mouth and throat, then up and out using her
tongue to trace a path to my heavy balls.

"That's a good girl," I said as she made hungry noises with her mouth.

"Tell her she's doing a good job, Gideon."

"Keep going, you're doing a good job," he replied, his eyes locked on her actions.

"How much of it can she get in her mouth?" he asked out of nowhere.

Mrs.

Barton didn't answer as she stopped licking and then positioned her
mouth and slowly took me in inch by inch. She relaxed her throat and let
the final inches pass until her lips were at my hilt.

I looked at Gideon with pride.

"All of it."

She remained there for a few moments, but I could feel her starting to gag and tapped her head, allowing her to come up for air.

The room was heating up, and the smell of her Sabbath savor was getting to me.

"Tell her I want to taste her pussy."

"He wants to taste you," Gideon instructed his mother.

She

was obedient, as she always promised to be in my bed and she turned her
body, so she was above my face with her pussy. The classic 69.

She

kept sucking my cock as she positioned her ass before me, her perfect
back pussy was waiting as I buried my face in her folds immediately
going to work on her overly fragment labia as she continued to work my
cock with her mouth.

Her ass was hiked up slightly to get me maximum exposure to her pussy. She was faced away from me, mouth on my cock.

Across the room, Gideon was in awe as he watched his mother getting and giving head and loving it.

I

sunk my face into her cunt and inhaled its essence. Today, it was
particularly strong, and she had created a more earthy essence.

I

both inhaled and tasted. It was dark, with musk. She began our session
dry, but now she was soaking and the flavors of her ass and pussy met in
perfect union, creating a potent elixir that I could not resist. As I
began to taste her from hole to hole and places in between, I realized I
was enjoying this moment more than I thought possible.

I

worked my tongue deeper into her folds. She always reacted to my
pleasure; if I groaned, she would moan. If I writhed, she would buckle,
and when my cock thickened, her pussy would water.

Knowing

Gideon could not see exactly what part of his mother's anatomy I was
licking; I gently pulled her ass down so my tongue could circle the
tight ring of her clenched anus, which responded by gently dilating. My
tongue went in deep, and I could see her pussy clench involuntarily,
desperate for friction and confused as to the point of origin of her
pleasure.

Mandy's

Sabbath Savor had invigorated and emboldened me. Gideon can see vanilla
sex anywhere, but here he was seeing a man and woman hell-bent on
pleasuring each other to the extreme.

"Up here," I commanded her and she shifted her body taking her ass from my face as it glistening with her leavings.

She crawled back up by body and brought her mouth to mine and began to lick her Sabbath savor off my face and mouth.

She

was now atop my body kissing and licking my face as she searched for my
cock and brought it between her legs. When she had it in position she
moved down and swallowed it with her pussy in a single motion.

She

released a long slow groan and then sat up to ride me cowgirl style,
enjoying the feeling of my cock pressing on the depth of her pussy.

Her

back was to Gideon, and she placed a hand on my chest to stabilize
herself. She had lost all self-consciousness and began to groan, letting
Gideon know she was being properly pleased.

She

was always wet, and this position created a juicy slurping sound that
added to the moment. With the sounds, the smell of her Sabbath savor
wafted.

I

could smell it, she could smell it, and I knew Gideon could smell it. I
knew it would do for her what it did for me, and our passion would
build. Gideon was in for much more than his imagination could
contemplate.

As

Mrs. Barton rode me, she began to massage her milk-filled pillow-soft
tits with two hands, then leaned forward, bringing her nipple near my
mouth.

She

cupped the tit, giving it a squeeze, and then pushed the fat of her tit
into my mouth and then out. I reached out with my tongue, desperate for
a taste.

She

gave her under tit a tactical squeeze, and drops of her milk began to
form. As her milk let down, she slowly inserted her lactating tit back
into my mouth as I continued to ride her from below.

Slowly riding my cock while she fed me from her thick nipple, we were both heading to a state of bliss.

"This is what a woman will do for a generous lover, Gideon," she said in an instructional voice.

"She will give him everything. She will serve him."

Her

pussy was swelling and constricting on my cock. It might have taken her
a beat to come to terms with Gideon watching, but now she was
performing for him. She was teaching and enticing, and she was showing
him how much pleasure could come from the coupling of two well-matched
people.

She tipped her head back causing her nipple to break free of my mouth.

"He needs to see your face when you finish," I said to her.

"Turn around."

She was so close to finishing, I feared she might just ignore my command and finish her climax.

I

gently tipped her to the side and withdrew my cock. You would think I
had already cum from the rush of fluids that followed my withdrawal.

She

was covered in a sheen of sweat, only adding to the sultry smell of
sex, which clouded the room. She positioned herself over my cock while
facing away from me, reverse cowgirl.

Reaching back, she guided my cock back into her waiting pussy, and we resumed our union.

I

lay back, head tipped up, looking at her incredible ass as she gently
rode my cock up and down. She would lean forward, bringing herself to
the tip of my cock and back down the shaft. Her tight ring would open
and close, looking like a whistling mouth as she rode me.

She made eye contact with Gideon, who continued to be surprised to be part of this.

She

placed her hands on my legs near the kneecaps, which allowed her to do
what I'd best describe as a twerk sliding up and down on my rod. I
always loved this position because when she would lean forward and let
my cock slide out it would shine as her pussy left it glistening with
juice.

I

placed my hand on her ass working my thumb toward her pouting
puckernut. She paused and looked back at me with a smile, my thumb in.
her as and my cock bent against her clit, she knew it this race was
coming to an end.

She

leaned all the way forward and I got a fantastic view of her elastic
pussy lips as they gripped my cock. I pressed my thumb on her anus, and
she gave me a gentle whimper of pleasure in return.

My

strokes were gentle and when my cock was pulling out, her lips created
an airtight seat, expanding with my pull, hugging my cock like a
turtleneck.

She

sat up again, her ass sank into my lap, her pussy swallowed my cock,
and she began to grind slowly as we began the last leg of this session,
which would end in a loud and wet orgasm.

"Together," I said gently.

Lately,

we have been able to sync up our orgasms so we can come together. There
is nothing that can explain the intimacy and intensity and a truly
mutual orgasm.

"Together," she replied, never taking her gaze off Gideon.

I

could feel my orgasm coming. It was moving fast from my extremities
toward my core. I could feel hers as well. Over the course of the
summer, I had learned to read her body, each twitch and shift. Her
muscles were starting to tense; her climax was coming.

If

she and I had any apprehension about having sex in front of Gideon, it
was long gone. All we could concentrate on at this moment was our mutual
orgasm.

She gasped gently, bit her lip, and braced herself as she locked eyes with Gideon.

"Watch closely, baby," she said softly.

I wasn't sure if she was talking to Gideon or myself. Either way, it took me over the edge.

I let out a loud groan as I fired off rope after rope of cum deep inside her. I could feel it coating the walls of her cunt.

Her eyes remained locked on Gideon as my semen searched her insides with instinctive accuracy.

She

continued to breathe and ride but finally, we came to an end. She
tipped her head down catching her breath then gently lifted her leg to
dismount me.

My

cum dripped hot from her folds landing on my torso. As my cock was set
free, her cunt produced a slurping sound, creating another rush of cum,
back flowing to my torso.

She turned and crawled back to my side, snuggling in under my arm and we held each other as we loved to do after climax.

She looked at Gideon with a stern look. Her demeanor changed from vixen to taciturn.

"You've seen what you wanted to see, now go."

It was apparent he had a raging erection.

"There's a bathroom down the hall," I added. "Take care of that before going home."

Gideon

stood to leave, turning to catch one last view of us, naked, spent and
in each other arms, then left to go down the hall and finish himself
off.

"We have given him enough masturbation images for a lifetime."

Mandy was silent.

"What's wrong? Did you enjoy that?"

"I

did. Maybe more than I should, it was incredible. When you took
command, when you made him give me orders, it was, strange and I just
let go. I wanted to please you both."

I

didn't want to discuss her maternal needs to please her son or her
desire to please her spouse, but these were hallmarks of who she was and
were no surprise to me.

"Can we trust him? Will he tell The Bishop?"

"No, he will always obey me."

Having

sex in front of Gideon didn't turn out as either of us thought. Deep
down, in that place where you think about things that you can't say out
loud, I realized how much I enjoyed it.

It

gave me a sense of dominance, with Gideon observing as an alpha male
mated with his mother. Secretly, I wished it were The Bishop who had to
watch us. I had been pleasing his wife all summer, and he should have
been forced to witness the virility I provided, something he could not.

I wondered if she felt the same. Judging how she blossomed sexually with Gideon watching, I assumed she did.

Chapter 6: This Thing We're Doing.

I

didn't see Mrs. Barton for three days because I was way behind on my
work. Besides, I needed some time to process last Sunday's events.

On Thursday, I woke up to the smell of coffee. She was back.

There

she was in the kitchen, sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee.
She was wearing a robe and slippers that she kept in the closet. To
better play wife, she dressed as if she lived here.

"I made you coffee," she said as I sat.

"Sorry,

I didn't come the last few days. It was a crazy couple of days. I had
to take Gideon for shots; there was paperwork, and then we had a family
dinner before we dropped him at the airport."

"He needed shots to do his mission in Chicago?"

"There was a last-minute change in his mission. He'll be in Ghana for two years."

"Ghana? He changed his mind about Chicago?"

"No, The Bishop did. He felt Gideon needed some life lessons, so Ghana is the best place. Challenges build a better man."

"You're okay with that? Ghana?"

"There

are things only a father knows. Decisions only a father can make.
Someday, you'll understand that. It's all part of God's plan."

The

Bishop had unknowingly made our lives easier. With only a few weeks
left in the summer, the one person who could expose our "relationship"
was on a plane to the other side of the world, I felt a burden lifted.

"I told The Bishop I needed some "me" time, so he took the family to St. George for the day."

"Me time?"

"Well, "Ethan" time didn't seem appropriate, so I went with "me" time."

She

casually opened her robe to reveal her heavy left tit. She played it
coy, revealing a glance of her areola, just enough to ensure she had my
attention.

"Would you like some 'me' time?"

With

that she opened her robe to further reveal the left side of her body
from her tits to her cunt to her bare leg. She stood there like some
half-wrapped gift.

I

focused on her heavy tit as I moved to her, wrapping my arms around
her, happy to have her back. She lifted her neck, and I went in kissing
and feeling her soft skin.

She

let out a gentle moan, an almost inaudible signal that she had
desperately missed this feeling. It had only been three days, but it
felt like forever.

I

held her face, and she touched my waist as we kissed. Usually, we would
already be on the bed, but I was in no rush, not wanting this time with
her to go by too fast. My hands moved to her arms, and she gently shed
the robe, leaving her naked and me clothed.

She

pulled my t-shirt up over my head and brought her flesh to mine. Her
tit pressed against my body, and I could feel her nipples pushing into
my flesh.

My head moved to her tits as I had the urge to feast on her, but she gently guided me away from her nipples.

"I'm weaning John-John. It's time for him to take the bottle."

"His loss," I said with a grin and again moved to her tits to suckle her.

"Sorry, yours too. I'm closing the dairy, so no suckling for a few days. I don't want you confusing my body."

I

realized that John-John's loss was mine as well. She had gotten me
hooked on her lactation, but now it was being taken away from me.

"Are you pouting?" she asked.

I totally was. Since she first tempted me with her milk, I was addicted to that pleasure. So, yeah, I was disappointed.

"I have to warn you, when I'm not lactating, I can get pretty horny."

I

laughed, but then realized she wasn't joking. We had sex several times a
week, sometimes multiple times a day. And suddenly, there was a chance
she might become more aroused? I wasn't about to question that
challenge; I'd only accept it.

"So, no tits for you, but I'm sure I can make it up to you."

She slid her hand down to my shorts and grasped by cock then began stroking it.

"There he is," she whispered as she peeled away the last of my clothing, leaving us both naked and wanting in the kitchen.

She reached into her bag and took out a bottle of skin lotion, then led me by the hand up the stairs.

Instead of going into my father's bedroom, with its king bed, she led me down the hall to my old bedroom.

I followed obediently.

The

room still looked as it did seven years ago when I was a high school
senior. Once I left home, the room became a time capsule.

She guided me to my bed, had me sit, then walked across the room to look out the window.

"You have a clear view of my house from here."

"Do I? I never noticed."

She turned and looked at me with an all-knowing smile.

"You never noticed?"

She turned back to look at her house, reached over to my desk, took my binoculars, and looked again.

"Never noticed you could see into my bedroom. My bathroom too?"

"Well, I might have noticed; "

She turned and smiled at me.

"And there it is; the truth. Did you ever see me naked?"

She must have known, or she would not be playing this game. I promised never to lie to her, so I simply nodded.

"Why did you watch me?"

"I was a teenager. I just wanted to see a naked woman."

"And did you masturbate while you watched me?"

I was turning beet red.

"Did you?"

"Yes. Sometimes."

"Show me."

I was confused, but she took me by the hand and positioned me in the center of the room, looking at the window.

She then slathered lotion on my cock then put my hand on it and prompted me to masturbate myself gently.

Then

she backed up to the window and stood there nude, not looking at me,
but gazing into the distance. She took the bottle of lotion and began to
massage it into her skin as if she had just stepped out of the shower.
Ignoring my presence, she pretended she was in her home while I watched
her as I had years ago.

Watching

her now was just like watching her then. I hadn't masturbated to
watching her just a few times; it was often. If her bedroom light came
on, I was at my window, binoculars in hand, desperate to see a glimpse
of skin or better.

She

gently massaged her tits, gently oiling each one, softly kneading it,
then turned bent forward slightly then massaged her ass, gently pushing
the buttery lotion across her pale skin. She never looked at me except
for a moment when she gave me a nod, urging me to masturbate harder.

I

responded with longer strokes. The thick creamy lotion squished between
my fingers. She finished lotioning her ass then turned again looking in
the distance in a dreamy way as her hand drifted down her stomach and
her fingers found her wet folds then her pronounced clit and began
gently circling it.

I

was transported back to when I had seen her masturbate, remembering how
incredible it was that she chose that spot to do something so intimate.

Standing

just a few feet from me, I could see her lost in concentration, as she
gently teased her clit, even bending her knees slightly so she could
finger herself better.

She

was in a different place in her mind. Not here, but in her bathroom,
the only place in her crowded house with any privacy, She brought both
hands to her cunt using both index fingers to caress her clit as the
rest of her fingers held her plentiful pussy lips wide. I had seen this
same routine so many years ago.

Her

eyes were closed as she tipped her head down, her fingers moving
faster. She jerked occasionally with jolts of self-induced shock and
pleasure and was well on her way to an orgasm, so I increased my
cadence.

She

moved her hand circularly, bending her knees to get her fingers in
deeper. Her heavy tits swung and bounced. Her face was a mixture of
concentration and pleasure.

There

was a pleasant odor she created whenever she was cumming, earthly like
sandalwood. It was a mixture of her sweat, wetness, and pheromones. When
I was inside her, I smelled it when we were done. If I was going down
on her, it often foreshadowed her orgasm. Here it was again.

She

bent forward, fingers going faster. Her knees trembled slightly, and
she looked ready to fall over. She steadied herself with her left hand
on the desk, then brought it back to join her other hand.

She

let out unladylike sounds, like a bark. She had begun this act as pure
theater, performing for an audience of one, but now she was close to her
climax, and like an actual act of masturbation, it was all about her.

I

had only seen masturbation in porn and through my binoculars. The porn
actresses never quite duplicated what I had seen in real life: sweating,
wetness, moans, something much more animal than beautiful.

She

grabbed the desk with her left hand, and I knew she was coming. Her
pussy began to flush out its moisture. Her frantic fingers were working
her liquids to a froth. Wetness running down her thigh. Then it hit. She
buckled down. Froze for a beat, held her breath. Then followed with
rapid breaths and confusion.

I'd

have gone to her to hold up, but I was the voyeur in the scenario. I
was the watcher. I stroked my cock vigorously. Years ago, I'd watch her
from this spot and let my cum hit the window and splatter.

Mandy

staggered forward toward my bed. I could tell she was in the midst of
her orgasm. She flopped face down, feet on the floor, ass up then
grasped her ass cheeks pulling them open revealing her perfect pink
asshole and her swollen backpussy. Her slit was covered in her frothed
pussy juices making it look like someone had spat on her. She writhed as
she held herself open.

"Inside me.; Inside," she begged.

I

knew what she wanted. She had her rule. Lying there, looking like a hot
mess, a rutting animal, and I couldn't have been more aroused. While
she was always so elegant, in this moment, bent over the bed, spreading
her ass so I could find her pussy, she looked desperate; and that was
turning me on. The woman was begging for my seed, humiliating herself
like a cocksleeve.

I

had four feet to cover to get to her, but being turned on as I was, I
could feel my load swelling and seeking exit. I fumbled forward and got
my cock in between her ass cheeks pressing on her anus, she tipped up,
causing my cock to track down to her massively swollen labia.

At

that point I simultaneously began to cum and sink into her swollen
pussy. My cock was positioned perfectly, and the fatness of her walls
created a pleasant friction is I entered.

I

could visualize my sperm splashing on her cervix. Washing its way into
the nooks of her pussy, painting her with the thick white batter. My
first volley was violent, and she reacted with an unladylike grunt. But
then again, there was nothing ladylike here. She was presenting herself
like cattle, and I was riding her like a breeding bull.

Finally,

we were done. I stayed inside her as long as I could until my cock
gently eased out. Free from me, she crawled onto the bed and collapsed. I
joined her, my wet cock laying on her thigh, the remnants of my cum
leaking from her swollen labia.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"For what?"

"Spying on you way back then."

"I could have closed the blinds," she whispered. "I chose not to."

It dawned on me that this thing we were doing had started a long time ago.

It was only 9 AM as we both fell asleep, exhausted from what would be a day spent in each other's arms and each other's bodies.

Chapter 7: The Costco Run.

We

reached the middle of the summer, and I began thinking about my return
to school. With just a year left until my law degree, I suddenly felt
unmotivated to return.

Our

experience in front of Gideon continued to resonate as we both felt
emboldened to try new things. Nothing risky. Just deeper exploration.

It

was mid-afternoon, Mandy and I had finished having sex and lay in my
bed looking at the ceiling, our bodies glistening in the post-coital
glow. Mandy turned to me.

"So, I heard some great gossip at book club last night."

"Was it about the LDS mom who's banging the kid next door?"

"Ha,

they wish. No, it's about Kristi Haskett. You know her, big tits.
Fakes, by the way. So, it turns out she pegs her husband. They're
totally peggers."

"Really?"

"I'd never have pegged them as peggers," she said, laughing at her own joke.

I looked at her quizzically,

"You don't know what pegging is, do you?"

She smiled, knowing I had busted her.

"No idea. None."

"Just Google it."

"I

can't. The Bishop's nanny program won't let me see the result. Believe
me, I tried, and all I got were pegs to put on the wall to hold a coat.
Is that part of it?"

"No, not even close."

She rolled over and gave me a playful punch.

"Tell me."

I shook my head no, enjoying this moment with her.

"Tell me!"

Again, I shook my head no. She rolled on top of me, so she was looking down at me, her tits hanging just above my mouth.

Take a good look, because if you don't tell me, that'll be the last time you see these for a while.

I knew she was teasing and pulled her close to me.

"Okay, alright. So, pegging is when the woman wears a strap on dildo and then she; she fucks the guy.”

"In his ass?" she said with legitimate surprise.

"That's pretty much the only hole he has to offer."

She

rolled off me and looked at the ceiling. I know she was imagining her
friend Kristi wearing a dildo and fucking her husband Earl from behind.

"That's wild. And he likes it?"

"He? Well, I guess so."

But it goes against the reasons for having sex."

"The reasons for having sex? Isn't it about pleasure?"

"We'll of course, but a man's seed, it belongs in the cunt."

"That again. Well, in this case, there is no seed, it's just a plastic dick in Mr. Haskett's ass."

"Do you want to try it?"

Finally, this conversation was going in a direction I liked. But I had to play it off just a little.

"Me? I never thought about it."

She looked at me, peering right through me, then took my phone, opened my Amazon app, and typed in "strap on dildo.”

"Holy cow, there are so many to choose from. Look at all these."

She showed me the screen, with all sizes, shapes and colors.

Pulling

back the sheets, she looked at my cock which was slightly thicker than
my normal flaccid state, still having an excess of blood from our recent
session.

I think you're about seven inches when you're erect. Is that right?

"Seven and a half, I mean, maybe seven and a half. I never measured."

Again, she looked at me with her all-knowing smile.

"You never measured that beautiful cock? Right. I want this to feel the same in you as it would in me."

I panicked a little. Something of this size in me, I wasn't sure.

"Wait," I cried out.

"Too

late. It'll be here tomorrow. Let's see, I've got Garden Society at
noon, then Costco. Oh, that takes forever. You should see our Costco
haul. Fills the suburban. Not my favorite thing to do."

"I'll join. I'll help you at Costco."

She looked at me quizzically.

"It's Costco, I don't know what you think we can do to each other in a Costco;"

"No, I just want to help. You said it's a lot of work. I'm off tomorrow. I can help. Let me help."

She considered it.

"Well, I don't suppose it would be too odd for my husband's intern to be helping me at Costco."

"I want to help."

"Ok, fine. I'll be out front at noon. Don't keep me waiting. I have a crammed schedule."

"It's a date. We're going on a date to Costco."

"It's not a date. It's Costco."

I made a cute pouty frowny face.

"Fine. It's a date to Costco. You can buy me a hot dog. But believe me when I say, this is shopping only. No hanky panky."

"I have no problem doing normal things with you. I'm really excited about this."

She could see that I was sincere and smiled.

"My God, you're so adorable."

She then went back to her calendar and began to find a time to sodomize me.

To be continued in part 4. Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts, for Literotica.

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